Monthly Archives: August 2013

(photo of poster on study door; Malcolm MacDowell in film: O Lucky Man!) My grade 5 teacher sent me beautiful flowers via e-mail. (She had no idea what day this was for me.) Ah, the world of minor miracles and happy accidents. … Continue reading →

“Oh I will keep falling as long as I live All without ending And I will remember the place that is now That has ended before the beginning.”

“Oh how is it that I could come out to here and be still floating And never hit bottom and keep falling through Just relaxed and paying attention.” –Jim (Roger) McGuinn, “5D (Fifth Dimension)”, by The Byrds

It has been some time… Dreaming of the levitation and soul flight experience. The buoyancy and lifting off. Being lighter than air and suddenly, quite magically, leaving body behind to take flight. It is always a privileged view and trip. … Continue reading →

“I’ve been one poor correspondent I’ve been too, too hard to find But it doesn’t mean You ain’t been on my mind” –Gerry Beckley, “Sister Golden Hair”

She came back. The somewhat plain slim woman with small somewhat rectangular glasses. She had told her husband (in their truck) she had seen an item the previous stop at our sale. She asked if it had gone. We said … Continue reading →

I never saw his wife who waited in the running car at the bottom of the driveway. But apparently she had been inside the garage and inquired about the price of a newish green HBC point blanket. (It was 125.) … Continue reading →

An elderly Chinese man about 5’4″. Viewed sideways, a slightly pear shape to his figure. No one else in the garage on a warm Saturday afternoon. Quietly and painstakingly folding men’s pants on a table. Occasionally measuring them with a … Continue reading →

(for Rose and Del) A hot August night when I was 6 or 7. Travelling with my young cheerful aunt by bus across town with my parents to the CP station at the Royal Alexandra Hotel. Standing with her with … Continue reading →

(a distant memory) Early 1950s. Preschool age, likely 3. Union Station. Built by the architects who built Grand Central Station. The wonderful glorious massive dome so high. The panels of colorful alluring images of trains and places. The great clock … Continue reading →